when the clown gets serious, people listen.

Well my day has been a bundle of laziness. It was what I needed after my last depressing entry. Though my brain is still on super-annoying-analyzing mode, I got somewhat of a break today. I spent 80% of the day Pjammin' and watching ewan mchottie sing. The other 20% was spent in jeans and consuming different varieties of food. Rumbi fries, s'mores via stove-top, hot tea's, doughnuts, 1/4th of a toaster pastry, and most recently a redbull passion with nachos at TGIF.
Yeah, that's right, I'm officially the fattest, laziest person to roam the earth. Ever.

This long-distance thing is still tugging at the back of my mind. It sucks, MUG reader, it frikin' blows apples. Especially when attractive men come up to me, flirt, gives a phone number, smiles a not-Brad smile and walks away. That just it, no one is Braden. I feel like such a whiney idiot but I just miss him. It may have been the Gin-and-tonic my aunt indulged in at TGIF but she was obviously itchin' for a aunt-niece bonding moment. We talked about relationships, Braden, Mom, and like the norm my uncle occasionally chimed in with smart-ass remarks but always meaning well. It was nice to talk to her about him. She married my uncle when she was 19. I'll be 19 in a little over a month and it's wierd to think I could just get married. Especially when the odds of me being even in the same state with brad within the next 3-4 years is slim. It really makes me wonder (oh adam levine). I love him but I really don't know what to do. I guess I'll just see how things play out. I'm just really sick of my relationship being more depressing than happy.

Anyway, tomorrow is sunday I'm debating going to church. Which reminds me of my meeting thingy with Brother Poll on wednesday. Regretting it? Nah...not yet. Just nervous.